Your worst Hangover!

[bigbadwolf]

Can any of you bring yourself to share the horror of your first or worst hangover? I think mine is a toss up between the two day hangover I had in Turkey whilst jetlagged or the time I sunk 10 pints of wife beater, woke the next morning for work with a head full of hate and a belly full of pestilance and then to cap it all off my site manager puts me on an kango/air hammer that weighs a ton and we had run out of dust masks and ear plugs. But it put some hair on my chest.

[HonaloochieB]

Can you just please hold the noise down? Please?

Jesus Christ on a f@cking trike, I happen to have a head on me.

Edited, well of course it's bastard well edited. You try typing with this headache you f'cker.

[bigbadwolf]

Would you like a cup of Earl grey Hona?

[Strawbs]

New years day 2007, woke up at 6am after only being in bed for a couple of hours and rode the porcelin bus for 14 hours to the point where I slept in between on the cold bathroom tiles and was crying like a newborn.. absolute worst ever..

[RosieH]

My worst involved having to put a carrier bag full of sick through the xray machine at Newark Airport.

I have not drunk a Manhattan since.

[bigbadwolf]

I bet it felt good to get it all in the open eh Strawbs.

[Strawbs]

ha ha bbw at the time it felt like I was in a world of hurt..

[HonaloochieB]

bigbadwolf Wrote:

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> Would you like a cup of Earl grey Hona?

The nicest thing anyone's said to me for a long time. *burst into sentimental hangover still drunk tears*

Actually make it Builder's, hint of milk, no sugar.

Thanks BBW.

[????]

I'm not sure that the horrendous physical bits are worse than the gloom, fear and guilt after the truly bad bender

[bigbadwolf]

Depends who's bed you wake up Quids. If it's your parents and you wake up after them then you should prepare yourself.

[mockney piers]

Been back to bed, back again and feel much better thank you.

I'm with you quids, a good old thumpy head I can cope with fine thank you very much, it's that insidious fear I can't really hack these days.

I think it boils down to an almost cellular realisation of your own mortality, and of course the older you get...

[Mikecg]

Mockney and Quids I call it the horrors, especially if youve been caught up in an altercation with someone.

Shock Shock Horror Horror Shock Shock Horror.

Hide under the quilt for the rest of the weekend.

[Jah Lush]

After being on a constant five-day bender for 12 years my pancreas exploded and I spent a couple of weeks in hospital with acute pancreatitus. I had eight attacks all in all between 28 and 35. Now that's a fecking hangover sonny.

[Mikecg]

That's what happened to my friend Jah, hes a type 1 diabetic now and hes just waiting for the thing to die off apparently, it happened about a year ago and at the time he looked really ill and lost loads of weight.

[Jah Lush]

I thought Diabetic was a Welsh relative until I went in and out of a coma.

[Mikecg]

Nasty sh!t, it must have been a real scary experience.

[Jah Lush]

I'm a walking cautionary tale and lucky to be alive.

[Mikecg]

Do you have to be carefull what you drink now?

[Bellenden Belle]

Sixteen years old. Summer holidays, awaiting GCSE results. It starts with a bottle of vodka - I think it was called Vladimir - between the two of us.Finished, we move onto the drinks cabinet - babysham, warm Lambrusco, Harveys Bristol Cream.

I don't know how long it took before the hugging of the porcelain began..but the next morning I woke up with a large chip off my front tooth. Worst yet I had a job interview - having pretensions even then it was for Next in Knightsbrige as a Satuday girl. Southgate to Knighsbridge is a helluva lot of stops with a hangover. Twice I got off to throw up.

I sat in the interview, conducted in an office the size of a broom cupboard, a vague smell of chewing gum attempting to masquerade puke, my glorious chipped tooth smiling away and somehow got the job.

Twenty years on I still struggle with the thought of vodka.

[hibbs]

25 years of age, I was going on holiday the next day, all my friends had gone the day before me, I had a wedding to go to. I had to leave the wedding early to get home ok to be up for 5am, I didn't leave the wedding early. I think I got in at 3am. Up at 5am, taxi booked to take me to the airport. Taxi driver had verbal diarrhea, I told him I couldn't talk as I was having problems holding it together. Flight delayed by 2 hours, god I felt rough! Get on the plane, managed to keep it together until the breakfast arrived, then I didn't know what to do...no sick bags, I couldn't work out how get up with my tray etc... finally kind lady next to me helped out. Managed to get to loo and was rather sick, but then again who wouldn't be - word of advice never put your face close to a loo on an aero plane - yuck! Air hostesses where bloody brilliant. Obviously when I came out of loo I looked like a ghost, I told them it was self inflicted, they were so nice and gave me a sachet to take with water, which was totally amazing as 20 minutes later I felt great - big up to the trolley dollies on that flight. To this day I'm gutted that I didn't note what was in that sachet.

[cupid_stunt]

Maybe not my worst hangover but the reason i no longer drink..

Manhattan, New York earlier this century. Was at a downtown bar called Joe's Pub, enjoying the generous free bar that my then job bought me. Was hanging out with the local gliterrati and ended up making a cupid stunt of myself.

Not sure if you know anything about the Yanks but they 'free' pour their drinks. i was on Patron shots, followed by a bottle of beer, followed by Bacardi and cokes. Repeated this order about too many times and rapidly descended into foolish Englishman abroad antics. You know, 'let's all do the conga.. altogether now' all by myself. I have the footage!

Left in the wee hours and ended up sleeping on the platform at Grand Street station like a bum. Woke up in the neon half-light to find a rather large rat chewing the denim of my left leg. Still sloshed, i ran out of the station screaming like Carrie on helium. Head pounding like a nutter and leg bleeding, managed to get to the local hospital's ER.

They wanted to section me as they thought i was so disturbed/ drunk that i had developed an English accent. Convinced them i was kosher south London and had to take a painful anti-rabies course for weeks. Ever had to take an injection in the deltoid? Hurts more than a Cliff Richard comeback.

Unsurprisingly, the strongest thing i now drink is my spit.

[Keef]

Too many to mention, but this Thursday wasn't good, and neither has today been. Agree with Quids and Mockney, it's the fear that gets me!

Back in my younger days, I'd say 18th March 1997 was pretty bad. Had drank 2 bottles of JD to my self the night before, girlfriend at the time spent the entire day puking in to a bowl next to the bed, and I just shivered.

[PeckhamRose]

Reading the above posts - what an education.

One of mine was drinking several of many pints too many of Westons scrumpy at the Phoenix and Firkin when it was the Phoenix and Firkin, and I was so sick for two days after, I could not even eat apples for 3 years, let alone drink cider. Still can't drink cider. I mean hurling sick at the walls type hangover sick. Know that one?

[JetSetWilly]

ahh the fear, as the old quip in viz several yrs ago in roger mellys column - beer cancer, ie to have consumed so much alcohol and to feel so bad and for so long that one think there is actually something wrong.

been there more than once.

[hellosailor]

That story brings me joy Cupid_stunt - :))